tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post3115219086770166109..comments2024-03-27T06:04:15.604-04:00Comments on The Storialist: Poor ThingHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-17258021746341247862011-05-04T12:14:39.028-04:002011-05-04T12:14:39.028-04:00This reminds me of our Gray Kitty, the feral one, ...This reminds me of our Gray Kitty, the feral one, always tense and meowing as if in distress.Susan Tinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11900811284963063686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-84921973472328913832011-05-04T11:58:04.464-04:002011-05-04T11:58:04.464-04:00"when we want them to"- I will be thinki..."when we want them to"- I will be thinking of this next time I pass by the heron who flies into our campus pond...Happy Wednesday Hannah...xoxMrsLittleJeanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-18982312081485919942011-05-04T09:14:14.263-04:002011-05-04T09:14:14.263-04:00Oh, I feel the connection and compassion...and als...Oh, I feel the connection and compassion...and also the wonderful edgy awareness in "when we want them to." Us humans. Sigh. The edginess and a kind of power/helplessness are then reinforced by the image!Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06559881249054540947noreply@blogger.com